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Originally posted by abaici
***Sigh*** I grew up in an inner-city neighborhood. I lived in the same neighborhood from the time that I was born until I left home to attend undergrad. In all of that time, I was never offered crack. You were in the "hood" for 30 seconds and were offered drugs. Hmmm. That's interesting. LOL
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I have the "pleasure" of driving through some pretty shady areas around my campus on a regular basis. For those of you who don't know, Marquette is boarded by a freeway on two sides and a bad neighborhood on the other two. I drive alone at night, I walk alone at night, I go to shady gas stations alone at night, and the worst that happens is that people ASK me for money (not hold me up) or ask for my phone number. I don't know what on earth you were doing in Memphis, but I've got a good friend who lives there and hasn't been offered anything in the year he's lived there. The only time I've ever been offered drugs is by the son of a Fortune 500 exec at a high school party. Something to think about...